Sunday. In bed after seven. Tired. Long day, I guess. To sleep later, not sure when, awake just before six to get up, get ready and drive to breakfast. Sunday, no meters running. Home now on another sunny, but not as warm as yesterday they're saying, day. Sounds good to me.

There's a Berkeley Sunday Streets today, not sure if I'll be up for it, but we'll see. Feel pretty good, the tiredness I was feeling yesterday after shooting the Panthers celebration pretty much gone. I think. And this dearth of opportunities to take pictures I've found myself in lately (through my own sloth) will wind up soon enough with the coming of winter and I'd best get my butt back in gear. Now.

Later. No real fight or argument to stay home, this time. and so a bus to BART and then on to Berkeley to walk the Berkeley Sunday Streets. A long walk, tired once I was done and believing I hadn't gotten any decent pictures, although I found enough for a section once I'd looked them over when I got home. Typical reaction, but in this case somewhat more surprising.

I just missed the connecting bus home getting off BART and I wasn't into sitting and waiting the necessary thirty minutes for the next to arrive and so walked home. The walk, on top of the earlier Berkeley photo session, was as wearying as yesterday's outing and so I suspect we won't get all that many pictures processed before the day is done. Can't complain, the outing went pretty well, all things considered. We'll eventually do the pictures. Monday. It's supposed to rain on Monday, no good excuses not to catch up.

Evening. Watched a couple of older Elementary reruns, both of which I remembered, both from a period I find less entertaining than some of the others. But I watched.

No real time spent on pictures, the rest of the day after the Berkeley Streets outing spent, as yesterday, recovering. Relaxing. Just, you know, muscles aching a bit and “tired”, but the right kind of “tired”, if that's an excuse.

And?

And to bed early again.